Page 12 of The Fake Fiancé

"It's stupid," she tries to laugh again, but it’s high-pitched and full of nerves. "You'll probably laugh."

"I won't," I promise. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

She looks away, her gaze fixed on the cinematic vista of the snow-covered mountains outside the window. "I'm…I'm a virgin," she whispers, sounding mortified. "I know I'm almost thirty, and it's probably weird, and it's not for any religious reason or anything like that, and I just thought you should know. I didn't want you to be disappointed or feel like you have to teach me or something.”

Elowen is flushed and embarrassed, twisting the blanket she’s used to cover herself between her fingers, looking anywhere but at me…and I’m filled with such a fierce, tender protectiveness that it aches. The possessive part of me that wants her all for myself howls in victory. A virgin, and she’s all mine.

I reach for her, "Hey. Look at me."

Her eyes meet mine, and she looks almost afraid. Afraid that I’ll reject her over something like this? Absurd.

"Elowen. This is not something I see as a problem. This is a gift. A gift you've been saving for someone who deserves it. I don’t know if there is a man on the planet good enough for that gift, but I’m greedy, Elowen, and if you’re offering yourself to me, my answer is always going to be yes.”

“Really?” She still doesn’t sound sure, but at least she looks up at me.

"Really," I confirm. I focus hard on her eyes. So hard, I feel a furrow tighten between my brows. I’m literally willing my eyes to reflectreassurance.

Her lips curve into a small, careful smile. "Okay," she whispers. Takes in a deep breath and sighs, “Okay.”

"Okay," I echo, my own smile widening. "Now, come here."

I pull her into my arms, her body fitting against mine like she was made for me. I slant my mouth over hers, tasting espresso and maple syrup, and she makes little whimpers as my tongue slides against hers that I’ll remember until the day I die.

I lay her back against the pillows, my body covering hers, the blankets and sheets we’d been using for modesty falling away until it’s just her soft skin on mine, only my boxers remaining. Elowen’s legs come around my waist, her nipples hard when she arches into my chest. She’s fucking perfect to me, and the hard line of my cock trapped between us makes that more than obvious.

I want this to be perfect for her. I want it to be a memory she'll cherish, a moment that will erase all her fears, all her doubts.More selfishly, I want her to be addicted to this, to me, to the way I make her feel.

My lips make a map of her body, the hollow of her throat, the place behind her ear that makes her shiver, the slopes of her breasts and each of her nipples, using my teeth and tongue until she’s gasping and grinding herself against me.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Better than good,” she pants, eyes rolling back when I drag my rough stubbled cheek over one nipple, “But I need, I need?—“

“I know what you need, Elowen. Patience.”

She huffs, adorably annoyed. When my mouth reaches the curve of her belly, I consider eating her out again, remembering just how sweet she tasted last night, but my girl needs something more than just fingers and tongue right now

There will be time for me to feast on her again later. I’ll make sure of it.

I position myself between her spread legs, pulling my boxers down and throwing them aside. It’s the first time she’s seen my cock bare, and she pushes herself up on her elbows to watch me with wide eyes. I fist my cock in my hand and stroke myself a few times. Not entirely performative. A small bubble of pre-cum moistens the head.

“You’re…wow.” She breathes.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can take me. I know you can.” She’s made for me, I know it.

For a second it looks like she wants to argue, but then she swallows and nods once. “Okay… trust you.”

She lays her head and reaches both arms up to settle the pillow. Her breasts rise and tighten, tweaking my arousal even more. I move forward over her, one hand stroking her already-wet pussy and preparing her while the other spreads her legs.

"Okay?" I ask, my voice strained. Elowen arches up, hands fisting in the sheets as I splay her folded lips apart with my fingers. Opening her and circling her clit with my thumb.

“More than okay,” she breathes, and I grin. She wants this, badly. I feel her wetness

Positioning myself at her entrance, I lean forward more, one hand on the mattress next to her beautiful face. “Breathe through it, Elowen. Relax. Just enjoy. This is for you, all for you. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Her hands grip the muscles of my biceps as I press forward, filling her little by little. She’s impossibly tight and hot, and it’s so fucking hard not to lose myself in how good it feels and fuck into her with abandon, but I force myself to stay aware of every micro expression on her sweet face, every twitch of her muscles, every tiny gasp from her lips. This has to be perfect, because she has to be mine. Forever.

I hold back, I wait, I focus on her, on her pleasure, on her needs. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I’m fully seated in her pussy, and she’s blinking up at me in awe.